This was a fill for a kink meme prompt:
In a medieval fantasy setting, humans and trolls coexist but barely know anything about the other species. What humans do know about trolls is that they are pretty wild, don't really have villages etc. Now during winter, some trolls are willing to move into a human's house and lay with them in exchange for food and shelter.
John is a small lord in some far-away land in the woods. He doesn't have many servants or anything, but can easily afford another mouth to feed, and it gets very lonely out in the middle of nowhere. One evening, returning from a ride, he stumbles across a hurt troll alone in the woods and figured he's found a solution to his problem.
The ground is frozen solid, though it hasn't snowed in a month. It is so cold, that you can feel it chilling the soles of your feet right through your boots. Or maybe you're imagining it. You're certainly hungry enough to justify a little delirium.
And now you're back to thinking about food. Fan-fucking-tastic. It's like there's no way to sabotage yourself that you haven't discovered yet. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost conclude that your past iteration is an independent entity with an agenda to cause present you as much pain and misery as possible. But if that were true, then present you is probably just as much of a raging asshole and just as actively plotting against the person who will become present you in the future.
Shit, you're going on a tangent. None of this makes sense. What were you doing before this? You were thinking about something. What was it?
Food. You need food. There isn't any.
The forest is bare, save for rotting leaves and the black tree trunks. You've already tried chewing bark, and you're not willing to give that experience another try for a long time yet. Maybe after you forget how horrible it was the first time.
No food. What else?
Cold. Cold all over. Cold to the bones. Everything is cold, like there isn't any heat left in the world, and for all you know, there isn't, not for the likes of you .
It hurts. The cold hurts. It's seeped into you, down to your bones, making you feel heavy and tired. It hurts almost bad enough to distract you from the hunger.
You need to keep moving, even though you can't remember why.
Something about food. There isn't any.
There isn't any food and the cold hurts.
You just need to rest a minute.
You need to lie down for a bit.
The ground is cold, but so are you.
It doesn't matter anymore.
